Lost In Hollywood

I get up in the morning, and I go to work.
I try to keep busy, but I feel the hurt.
I see you around me ev’ry where I turn,
but you’re gone:
lost in Hollywood.

You got up one morning, said you had to go.
You would’ve gone even if I told you “no.”
And all I could say was, “Baby, just take it slow.”
“You take care; don’t get
lost in Hollywood.”

You had your dream;
you had to find it.
I begged you, “Girl, please don’t go.”
Now when I call to find if you’re in,
the answer always is “no.”

You had to make it on your own.
Just had to do it all alone for a while.
Was not a lot that I could say.
You had to have it your own way,
I suppose,
like some river that flows to the sea.
And I should’ve known that in time
you would be leavin’ me, leavin’ me.
Hey, has anybody seen my girl?
She’s lost in Hollywood.
Hey, has anybody seen my girl?
She’s lost in Hollywood.

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